“So, ladies, we have agreement then?” Jane Hendrick looked at each of the two mothers sitting in comfortable armchairs around a circular coffee table in her large study. “The school’s insurance company will cover the bulk of the repairs to the groundsmen’s shed, and you will each contribute £250 pounds to cover the first five hundred pounds of the claim that the insurance company doesn’t cover?”

“I’ll write you a cheque,” Carol Taylor said, delving into her bag for her cheque book. “Could I borrow a pen, please?”

“Of course,” the headmistress replied as she passed a pen across her desk.

“After you with the pen, Carol,” Abigail Hobson added.

A couple of minutes later, with two completed cheques in front of her, Jane Hendrick leaned back in her chair.

“Fine! That brings this unfortunate matter to a conclusion. Can I offer you two ladies a cup of tea or coffee?”

“What about our two girls, headmistress?” Carol Taylor asked. “What’s going to happen to Lisa and Samantha?”

“Happen to them? How do you mean, Carol?”

“Yes, I was wondering about that,” Abigail Hobson said with a glance at Carol.

“I’m sorry, ladies?” Jane Hendrick looked mystified.

“Well, they caused the fire by lighting up cigarettes behind the groundsmen’s shed, didn’t they?” Carol explained. “For heavens’ sake, it’s a timber building, or was before they burnt it down. Smoking anywhere near it was always going to carry a high degree of risk. I’m sure smoking on school property is against some rule or other, isn’t it?”

“Um, yes it is,” Jane Hendrick answered uncertainly. “But I’m sure they didn’t start the fire deliberately. It was an accident, and now we have the funds for the shed to be rebuilt. That, surely, is the end of the matter?”

“I think what Carol is getting at, headmistress, is what punishment you intend awarding our two girls,” Abigail added. “They broke a fundamental school rule and caused considerable damage as a result. Some sort of punishment is surely appropriate.”

“Exactly, headmistress,” Carol confirmed.

“Really? You’re both looking for me to impose some kind of sanction? It really isn’t something I’ve given any thought to.” The headmistress paused to consider the idea before adding, “Look, they’re both seventeen. Do you really think a one-hour detention, or something along those lines, is going to make much difference? And your daughters have cost you each £250. Maybe a parental imposition of some kind would be more appropriate?”

“We’ll probably both ground them or something, headmistress,” Abigail agreed. “But some action from you would, I’m sure, carry much more weight. And these days there are other punishments available to you, aren’t there?”

“Like what? What are you proposing, Abigail?”

Abigail Hobson glanced at Carol before asserting, “Frankly, I would fully support you if you gave my Lisa a good dose of the cane, headmistress. That is now possible, isn’t it?”

“Well, yes, although it’s not something I’ve ever considered doing.”

“Perhaps if you had, headmistress, the girls might have taken a bit more notice of the school’s rules,” Carol retorted. “Then Abigail and I would not have just had to fork out £250 each, and you would still have your groundsmen’s hut.”

“I’m sorry, Carol, are you suggesting you’d also like me to cane your Samantha?”

Carol hesitated. “Yes, why not? It might do her a bit of good, make her think about the consequences of her actions.”

“Just a moment, ladies. Consider what you’re asking me to do. Using a cane on your daughters would cause them quite some discomfort, pain even. Is that really what you want? And how do you envisage it being done? By the way, I’m pretty sure we don’t have such a thing as a cane on the premises. We’d have to get one from somewhere, so it couldn’t be done immediately.”

“That maybe doesn’t matter so much, headmistress,” Abigail replied thoughtfully. “Maybe a few days to think about what they did, and what the consequences are going to be, might not be a bad thing.”

“And who is going to tell them what’s going to be done to them?”

“Perhaps we should tell them together?” Abigail suggested. “Then they’ll know we’re all in agreement.”

“Speaking of agreement, do you ladies have any thoughts on how many strokes they should each get?”

“Six is traditional, I believe, headmistress,” Carol offered.

“It seems not enough, to me,” Abigail pondered. “How about ten?”

“Too much, I feel,” Jane Hendrick immediately demurred. “This is still a school punishment, not some judicial penalty. “Shall we compromise on eight?”

The girls’ sentences now agreed, Jane Hendrick went to the next door office and asked her secretary to find Samantha and Lisa and bring them to her study. Five minutes later, the two girls were shown into the study. They stood beside their respective mothers.

“Girls,” the headmistress spoke after brief greetings were exchanged between mothers and daughters. “I’m sure we all want to bring an end to the sorry affair concerning the groundsmen’s hut. The financial side of it is now all sorted. All that remains is for you both to suffer some sort of penalty for breaking the school rules regarding smoking and, of course, for the subsequent damage.”

Samantha Taylor looked firstly at her friend, Lisa, and then at her mother.

“I suppose I’m grounded, mum? How long?”

“We’ll have to see about that, darling,” Carol Taylor replied, choosing not to elaborate for the time being.

Lisa Hobson looked down at her seated mother, trying to read what was in store for her.

“Actually, aside from what we might do at home, Lisa, Miss Hendrick also has a disciplinary measure in store for you both.”

“What does that mean, mum?”

“Perhaps I should explain, Lisa,” Jane Hendrick spoke, and both girls turned to her. “The consensus is that you both broke a fundamental school rule, and as a result the groundmen’s’ hut was destroyed. Thus, it would not be inappropriate for you to suffer some consequence from the school.”

“Consequence?” Samantha immediately responded, frowning. “How do you mean?”

Jane Hendrick coughed. “Perhaps punishment might be a better word.”

“Punishment? It was an accident, miss. We didn’t mean to set the place on fire!”

“And that is accepted, Samantha. But you did both break a school rule that you were both aware of, in that you not only brought cigarettes into school, but you also sneaked behind the hut and started smoking. Both are against the rules. You were also careless and managed to cause the fire.”

“Does that mean we’re both suspended, miss?” Lisa Hobson broke in. “For how long? We’ve got exams coming up in five weeks!”

“Not suspended, Lisa,” her mother answered.

“What then?”

“We’ve discussed this at length, Lisa. We think a caning would be the best thing for you.”

“A caning? Did you say a caning?”

“Girls,” Carol Taylor came to Abigail Hobson’s support. “We feel you should both be punished for what you did, and we’ve settled on eight strokes of the cane each.”

“Can you even do that?” Samantha Taylor retorted.

“Yes, now the new government has relaxed the rules so schools can set their own disciplinary policy, corporal punishment is an option and one we feel most appropriate in the circumstances.”

Neither girl immediately replied. They both looked at each other in amazement.

Eventually, Samantha asked, “Are you going to do it now?”

“No, not now,” Jane Hendrick answered. “We don’t actually have a cane. We’ll need to get one.”

“How long will that take?”

“Hopefully, just a couple of days. I appreciate you won’t want this hanging over you for longer than absolutely necessary.”

Samantha nodded thoughtfully, but said nothing.

“If you have no other questions, girls, you may get back to your classes.”

Once the girls had left the study, Jane Hendrick turned to their mothers.

“Well, I think that went as well as we could expect.”

“Yes,” agreed Carol Taylor. “They seemed to realise some kind of punishment was justified.”

“I think they were more shocked by the suggested punishment, though,” Abigail Hobson countered. “And that’s maybe a good thing. Perhaps now they’ll realise just how stupid they were.”

****

Meanwhile, away from the headmistress’s study, Samantha and Lisa were in no hurry to return to their classes. They dawdled along the corridor.

“Oh my god!” exclaimed Samantha. “I can’t believe my mother is going to allow me to be caned.”

“Same with me,” Lisa concurred. “And there we were, thinking we were going to get away with burning that damn hut down. Oh well!”

“I wonder how they’re going to do it. Eight strokes? Four on each hand? Surely not all eight on one hand? Either way, they’re going to end up pretty bruised.”

“Hands? How do they come into it, Sam?”

“That’s how they do it, isn’t it? You hold your hand out and they whack the palm of your hand. That’s what I’ve heard anyway. I read it in a book once. Three naughty schoolgirls each got two whacks on the palms of their hands. Why, Lisa? What were you thinking?”

“I think that’s just for one or two strokes, Sam,” Lisa countered.

“What do you mean?”

“I think it’s more likely we’ll find sitting down rather uncomfortable afterwards.”

Samantha’s eyes widened. “You think she’ll whack us on our bottoms, you mean? That’s gross!”

“It might be better actually,” Lisa reflected. “Think about it, Sam. Do you really want to hold your hand out and watch it being hit? At least if you’re getting it on your backside you don’t have to look. And if we’re lucky, we might even have our trousers and underwear for at least some protection.”

“Might? Did you say ‘might’?”

“Look, we just don’t know, do we? And we’re not going to know until Miss Hendrick manages to get hold of a cane, and that could take days.”

“She can take as long as she likes, as far as I’m concerned,” Samantha said with feeling.

“Maybe. In some ways, I’d prefer to get it over and done with, whatever ‘it’ finally turns out to be.”

“Fair point. So, if Miss Hendrick did whack our bums, would we just stand with our back to her, or would we be lying down on a table or something?”

“Who knows? Possibly we’ll be bending over. I seem to recall a film where a boy had to bend over and touch his toes or something.”

“Oh! We’d better wear trousers then.”

“And hope we’re allowed to keep them on, Sam?”

“Absolutely!”

****

Several days passed during which the girls had no contact with their headmistress, and relations with their mothers were somewhat strained. On the Saturday, Samantha Taylor came down to breakfast wearing just her pyjamas.

“Breakfast smells good, mum,” said Samantha as she sat down at the kitchen table. “Where’s dad?”

“He left early for the golf course, darling.”

“Oh, okay,” Samantha remarked as her breakfast was placed in front of her, and her mother sat down at the table opposite her. “He’s not usually this early.”

“Actually, I persuaded him to leave early, darling.”

“Really? Why?”

“I had a phone call from Miss Hendrick yesterday. Apparently the school ordered a cane on the internet and she phoned to say that it had arrived.”

“Oh.”

“We had a chat and then she also phoned Mrs Hobson. What we all thought was that you girls shouldn’t be kept waiting longer than necessary.”

“So, we’re in for it on Monday? Did Miss Hendrick tell you if she is going to do it as soon as we get in, or after school maybe?”

“Actually, neither.”

“Sorry?”

“We didn’t want you girls to be fretting about it all weekend, so Miss Hendrick is coming here this morning.” Carol Taylor twisted round in her chair to look at the kitchen clock. “She’ll be here in forty-five minutes.”

Samantha took several moments for her mother’s words to sink in.

“You mean she’s actually going to do it here?”

“That’s correct.”

“Oh my god! I’d better get changed.”

“You’ve plenty of time to finish your breakfast, darling. And you needn’t get changed.”

“What do you mean? I can’t meet her in my pyjamas!”

“Yes, you can. In fact, it would be quite helpful if you stayed in your pyjamas.”

“What do you mean?”

“Sam, you’ve been told the punishment you’re both getting. Eight strokes, right?”

“Right.”

“Well, I don’t know what you were expecting, but those eight strokes are going to be applied across your bottom.”

“Lisa and I did wonder. But these pyjamas are so thin, mum. Surely, I need something like jeans to give me at least some protection?”

“That would rather defeat the object of the exercise, don’t you think?”

“To hurt our bottoms?”

“A few short sharp shocks to remind you how stupid you both were.”

“Which in my case will be worse because you’re making me wear just my thin pyjama trousers.”

“No, we thought about that. To be fair to you both you’ll be caned on your bare bottoms. Then neither of you can claim the other wore thicker clothing and thus got off with an easier punishment. It will be the same for both of you. It will also help Miss Hendrick to avoid hitting the same spot twice.”

“What? You’re kidding, right? No trousers and no knickers in front of Miss Hendrick?”

“She is your head teacher, darling. Plenty of teachers will have seen you undressed before, in the showers and when you’re changing for games. My suggestion is, keep your pyjamas on and then the trousers will be easy to pull down. More coffee?”

“Might as well.” Samantha pushed her breakfast plate away, and her mother took it to the sink. “I can’t believe this. Not only are we getting our bottoms whacked at the age of seventeen, we’re having to bare our bottoms for it to be done?”

“Don’t you see, it’s fairer that way.”

Minutes later, mother and daughter both sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee.

“You are serious about Miss Hendrick caning our bare bottoms, aren’t you mum?”

“I am, darling. I wouldn’t joke about that.”

“Is that why dad went off to his golf so early?”

“Sort of. It seemed better not to have him around.”

“This is going to be so humiliating, you know.”

“Yes, and painful too. I’m afraid it’s what you deserve. Still, it won’t take long, and then the whole episode will be over.”

Samantha looked at the clock.

“Still thirty minutes, mum.”

“Maybe she’ll be early.”

“I still can’t believe at age seventeen I’m actually going to get my bottom smacked.”

“We felt it needed a harsh punishment, darling. We did discuss suspensions and detentions, things like that, but this seemed the best option. If it helps, this will be your only punishment. I won’t ground you.”

Samantha managed a smile. “I usually find a way round most of your groundings, mum.”

“I know you do. This is one punishment you won’t be able to find a way around.”

“True.”

Time dragged, and just five minutes before Miss Hendrick was due, the doorbell rang. Both mother and daughter jumped.

Samantha stayed seated in the kitchen while her mother went to answer the door. Samantha immediately recognised Miss Hendrick’s voice, and heard her being taken into the front sitting room. She thought about joining them, but supposed they would call her when they were ready. The minutes ticked by.

“Darling? Can you come into the front room, please? Mrs Taylor called out.

Her heart pounding, Samantha slowly stood up and went towards the front room. The door was open and, as she looked in, she noticed the curtains had been drawn and the lights were on.

“Hello Samantha,” Miss Hendrick called cheerfully.

“Good morning Miss Hendrick,” Samantha replied, almost in a whisper. Her attention focused on the thin length of rattan cane the head teacher was holding. She was, though, surprised to see her headmistress dressed quite casually in white trousers and a stylish blue blouse as she stood at the back of the sofa.

“I know this isn’t how you wanted to spend your Saturday morning, Samantha, but at least this way we can do it in private. Schools have ears, as they say.”

Samantha nodded. It made sense, in a way.

“What do I have to do?”

“Come behind the sofa, Samantha. Bend over the back.”

Samantha felt her legs trembling as she moved across the room to stand next to her headmistress. She again looked long and hard at the cane. It was straight, pale yellow in colour, a little more than two feet in length, and much thinner than she had imagined. She turned so she was facing the back of the sofa, and started to lean forward but stopped suddenly.

“Um, should I?” she blushed. “Should I lower my pyjama trousers? Mum says I’m to be whacked on my bare bottom.”

“Yes, you are. But we can do that in a moment,” Miss Hendrick said quietly.

“Just undo the button at the waist, darling,” Mrs Taylor suggested. “I’ll tug them down for you when you’re in position.”

Samantha didn’t argue. Her pyjama trousers had an elastic waistband, so pulling them down was never going to be difficult, and she didn’t really care whether they came down before she bent over or afterwards. She undid the button and bent over again.

“Can you edge a little further forward and over the back, please Samantha,” Miss Hendrick requested. “You might have to go up on tip-toe.”

Samantha leaned over and had to wriggle onto the back of the sofa until she was securely perched on the soft back rail, which meant she could barely touch the floor with her toes.

“Is this okay, miss?”

“Yes, that’s better, Samantha. I’m quite new to this and I was worried I might have hit you too high up before. Your bottom is an easier target now.”

‘Oh good!’ Samantha thought to herself.

“Let’s get your trousers down, darling,” Samantha heard her mother’s voice.

“Okay,” Samantha replied with a sigh, still not overly pleased her bottom was about to be uncovered.

Moments later, Samantha felt her mother carefully pulling first one side of the pyjama trousers a few inches down, then the other, until slowly she sensed cool air across both buttocks. Gravity then deposited the trousers the rest of the way down to her feet. A hand stroked across both buttocks.

“Keep still, Samantha, and this will take just a few seconds,” Miss Hendrick said with a hint of nervousness in her voice.

Samantha took a deep breath. Any moment now, her headmistress was going to whip the cane across her naked bottom and it would hurt. How much it would hurt was the unknown quantity. She briefly heard a whoosh of air followed by a loud crack that filled her ears.

“Yeeouch!!”

Even as the pain seared Samanth’s bottom, and tears sprang to her eyes, a second stroke was immediately whipped down.

“Sheeeesh!!”

Samantha had never before experienced such an intense pain as each stroke lashed across her naked buttocks. She cried out as each stroke hit her, and began writhing around as she perched over the back of the sofa.

“Try and keep still, Samantha,” Miss Hendrick’s voice encouraged.

“Yes, darling, hold still and it will soon be over,” her mother added.

Samantha did her best to comply, but the cane hurt, viciously, every time it whipped across her bottom. She had no idea how many strokes had been given, so she gripped the edge of the sofa’s cushion tightly and just hoped this torment would soon end. And then it did.

“Okay, Samantha, that’s it. Do you want to slide back onto your feet?”

With some wriggling, Samantha slipped off the top of the sofa and took her weight fully on her feet. Immediately, she soothed her aching bottom with both hands. Her mother came to her side and offered her handfuls of tissues.

“All over, darling.”

“Wow! That hurt!”

“I’m sure, I’m sure. That’s it, rub your bottom. It will soon feel better.”

“I’d better leave now, Carol,” Jane Hendrick suggested.

“Won’t you stay and have a coffee?”

“I expect Samantha would prefer it if I wasn’t here, Carol.”

“N-no, it-it’s okay, miss,” Samantha said through her tears.

“I’ll get the coffee,” Carol Taylor said, and left the room.

“That was the first caning I’ve ever administered,” Jane Hendrick told Samantha when they were alone.

“You’re very good at it,” Samantha answered without thinking.

The headmistress smiled, took a tissue and wiped Samantha’s face.

“I’m sorry I had to do that, Samantha.”

“It’s fine, miss, really it is. I always knew we deserved to be punished.”

“My idea was for your mothers to deal with you; ground you for a few weeks, or something like that.”

“That’s more what Lisa and I were expecting. I always manage to find a way round mum’s groundings. It’s not like it’s a real punishment.”

“I doubt you feel the same about this!”

“Very true, miss!”

“I hope there’s not too many hard feelings about what I’ve just done to you, Samantha.”

“No, miss. None at all.” Samantha looked puzzled. “Why would there be?”

“I’m sure your bottom must be feeling rather sore right now, which I caused.”

“You’re my headmistress miss. You kind of have the right to punish me. No hard feelings at all.”

“I’m pleased to hear you say that. By the way, you might want to pull your pyjama trousers up!”

Samantha blushed furiously. She crouched down to find the waistband of the trousers and hastily pulled them up.

“Have you, um, seen Lisa yet, miss?”

“No, you were first. I’ll be going straight to her house after I leave here.”

Samantha nodded thoughtfully.

Mrs Taylor came into the room with three mugs of coffee.

“Please sit down, Miss Hendrick. Um, do you want to sit down, Sam?”

“Actually, would you mind if I went to my room? I’d like to lay down.”

Both women confirmed it was fine with them.

“On my tummy,” Samantha added as she left the room, causing both her headmistress and her mother to smile.

Upstairs in her bedroom, Samantha did indeed lie face-down on her bed. She immediately picked up her smartphone and called Lisa./p>

“Lisa? It’s Sam.”

“Hi’ Sam, have you heard anything?” Lisa sounded anxious. “Mum says Miss Hendrick is calling here this morning and she’s going to, like, cane me when she arrives. What have you heard?”

“I’ve just been done, Lisa. I’m lying face-down on my bed right now.”

“Oh my god! What was it like? Was it really bad? How did she do it? Tell me everything.”

“Calm down, Lisa. Miss Hendrick is still here having coffee with my mum, so you’ve got at least half an hour before she gets to you. And yes, it wasn’t very nice. My bum is still throbbing.”

“So it is done on our bottoms then? I thought it must be. What did you wear? Were you allowed to wear jeans or something?”

“Actually, mum told me to stay in my pyjamas, and they got pulled down.”

“What? Were you wearing knickers underneath?”

“No.”

Lisa paused. “Hold on, you don’t mean you got it on your bare bottom, do you?”

“I’m afraid so. What are you wearing right now, Lisa?”

“Jeans and a T-shirt. Why? What do you think I should wear?”

“It won’t make a lot of difference, Lisa. They’re keen to make sure we both get the same treatment. Thinking about it, maybe just take the jeans off and pull your T-shirt down as far as it will go.”

“So it covers my knickers, you mean?”

“Yes. Then they can simply roll your T-shirt up and pull your knickers down. You’ll probably be quite nervous when you’re about to get it, so fiddling around with zips and things to lower your jeans might be tricky. I’m thinking you’ll be wanting to get the horrible part over with.”

“They? Does Miss Hendrick have someone with her? Who?”

“No, she’s on her own, but I expect your mother will be there.”

“Oh! She’ll see me getting my bottom smacked? Oh god, I was hoping to avoid that. I’d have preferred it if Miss Hendrick had caned us in school on Monday.”

“Think about it, though. As Miss Hendrick said, schools have ears. Her secretary would know what’s going on for sure, and probably hear us getting whacked. It wouldn’t take long for the whole school to know. Can you imagine the teasing we’d get?”

“The girls will probably find out anyway,” Lisa suggested. “And yes they’ll tease us for sure.”

“At least this way it’s a done deal. The teasing will be about what has been done to us, not what’s coming.”

“And that’s better?”

“Maybe. Hold on, I can hear something.” Samantha paused. “You still there, Lisa? I’ve just heard Miss Hendrick leave. I’d guess you have twenty minutes.”

“Okay. I’d better get ready. Oh god!”

****

As soon as Lisa ended her phone call with Samantha, she went downstairs and into her own kitchen.

“Hi’ dad, where’s mum?”

“She’s just popped down to the shops for a few things, pet. Why?”

“Samantha just phoned. Miss Hendrick is on her way.”

“Do you want me to phone mum and tell her to get back here asap? She can be here in minutes.”

“No, that’s fine, dad.”

“It’s no problem. She’s only just down the road. She knows Miss Hendrick is coming this morning.”

“Yes, I know. It doesn’t matter, really it doesn’t.”

“Do I get the feeling you’d like me to go and help mum with the shopping, maybe keep her shopping for a while?”

Lisa smiled. Her father always somehow understood her.

“That would be a great idea, dad. Thank you.”

“You’ll be okay with Miss Hendrick on your own, will you?”

“Of course.”

Mr Hobson picked up his car keys.

“Perhaps you’d like to phone when you want us back?”

“Sure.”

“Look pet, I know you’re not looking forward to this, but I do actually think it might do you some good.”

Lisa nodded. “It probably won’t do my bottom much good. But yes, what we did was extremely stupid. I guess it’s only fair I have to face some kind of consequence.”

“Good. I’ll leave you to it then.”

The house felt strangely quiet once Lisa was on her own. She knew Miss Hendrick could only be minutes away now and felt herself panicking. She raced upstairs into her bedroom and looked around. It was basically tidy, and she’d already made her bed. Then she ran back down the stairs and checked out the front room. Again, everything looked okay. The sound of a car stopping outside caught her attention. Looking through the front room window, she saw her headmistress getting out of her car holding a long thin stick. It had to be the cane.

“Hello Lisa,” Jane Hendrick greeted her as Lisa held the front door open.

“Good morning, Miss Hendrick. I saw your car pull up. That’s it, is it?”

“It is. Are your parents around?”

“Please come into the front room, Miss Hendrick. No, they’re both out.”

“Oh! Do you want this to wait until they’re back? Or at least until your mum is back home? There’s no rush. I could call back later if that’s better for you.”

“No, there’s no point in putting it off. Actually, they’re out by arrangement. I wanted to be on my own.”

“Okay, if that’s what you prefer. Now, where are we going to do this?”

“I hadn’t really thought. Um, what do we need?”

“Just something for you to bend over. Preferably something that’s firm but with a little padding under your stomach.”

“Um, maybe we could go up to my bedroom? Perhaps I could bend over the end of my bed?”

“Yes, that should work, and presumably no one will be able to see through the window?”

“No, we’re not overlooked. It’s this way, Miss Hendrick.”

Lisa led the way up the stairs and into her bedroom at the back of the house.

“My! You keep it very tidy, Lisa.” Miss Hendrick smiled.

“Mum does try to persuade me,” Lisa blushed. “Will my bed do?”

“It’s a little low. Maybe we could put a pillow or two at the end?”

“Okay,” Lisa replied hesitantly, unsure as to how high she needed to be positioned. She went to the head of the bed and picked up two pillows which she stacked, one on top of the other, at the foot.

“Would that be high enough, miss?”

Miss Hendrick patted the pillows and assessed how the girl would be poised if she lay on top.

“Yes, that should do nicely.”

The two females stood side by side at the end of the bed in an awkward silence until Lisa realised Miss Hendrick was waiting for her. She blushed.

“Sorry, miss. Do you want me to, you know?”

The headmistress smiled, aware of the girl’s embarrassment.

“There’s no rush, Lisa, but you do need to remove your jeans and underwear.”

“Sorry, I forgot.”

Lisa kicked off her bedroom slippers and slowly undid the top button securing the waistband of her jeans. She slid the zip down and pushed the jeans down to her feet before stepping out of them. Folding them, she placed the jeans on her dressing table.

“Knickers too?” Lisa asked, in the vain hope she might be allowed to keep them on.

“I can pull them down after you’ve bent over if you prefer,” Miss Hendrick offered.

“No, it’s okay.” Lisa quickly slipped her brief pink panties down and took them off. “Right. I suppose I’m ready.”

“Stay calm, Lisa. Come and stand at the end of your bed and place yourself across the pillows.

“Bend over, you mean?”

Miss Hendrick smiled. Lisa understood what she had to do. She went to the end of her bed and dived across the top pillow.

“Can you slide back just a little so your bottom is more in line when I swing the cane horizontally, please?”

Lisa squirmed around until her legs dropped down the front of the bed and her bottom was positioned so Miss Hendrick could apply near level swipes with the cane.

“Is this better, miss?” Lisa asked.

Lisa felt the cane touch her bottom, still covered by the tail of her T-shirt. The cane was removed, but then reapplied gently several times.

“Yes, that seems perfect, Lisa,” Miss Hendrick pronounced. “I’m just going to roll your T-shirt up out of the way.”

“Sorry, I forgot.” Lisa cursed herself, knowing this was the second thing she’d forgotten, and worried it was showing up her extreme nervousness.

As Lisa felt her bottom being slowly uncovered, she asked nervously, “Is it going to be really painful, miss?”

“You’re only the second girl I’ve caned, Lisa, but going on Samantha’s experience I’d say it will really sting when it hits you, and then smart for several minutes.”

“Okay,” Lisa acknowledged, not sure whether that information made things any easier.

The cane touched against her bottom again, and was quickly withdrawn. Then, suddenly, it lashed across her bottom and caused immense pain right across both buttocks.

“Aaargghh!”

“Keep still if you can, Lisa.”

“Sorry miss, it really hurt!”

“I know, I know.”

If the headmistress’s voice sounded sympathetic, her second application of the cane was anything but. Lisa squealed again, and clutched both sides of her small single bed.

More strokes followed and Lisa cried out each time the sharp, fiery, piercing pain sprang across both buttocks.

“How many more, miss?” Lisa asked during a very brief pause in the onslaught.

There was no reply. Instead, two further strokes thrashed the girl’s bottom.

“That’s it, Lisa,” she finally heard. “That’s eight strokes. Shall I help you up?”

Lisa edged backwards off the pillows, but her legs were unsteady and she felt Miss Hendrick take her arm and help her to her feet.

“Thank you, miss,” Lisa murmured as she instinctively reached behind and cradled her sore bottom in both hands.

“Do you have some tissues, Lisa?”

“In the drawer there,” Lisa answered, indicating the left hand drawer of her dressing table.

Miss Hendrick soon found the box of tissues and handed a few to Lisa. After using several tissues to dry her face and wipe her eyes, Lisa finally felt able to face her headmistress.

“Thank you, miss.”

“For the tissues?”

“For your understanding, miss.”

“Yes, Samantha said something similar. I was rather surprised, and grateful.”

“I’m sure we were both aware you were only doing what you had to, miss. We were both very stupid, and quite naughty.”

“Yes, you were. But you’ve both taken a firm punishment and the whole affair is now closed.”

“Thank you, miss.”

“Will you be okay now?”

Lisa nodded.

“Then I’ll show myself out. I’ll see you on Monday.”

When Lisa heard her front door close, she went over to her bed and lay face down. She picked up her smartphone and immediately called Samantha.

“Sam? Lisa. Miss Hendrick just left.”

“She’s caned you?”

“Oh yes. It hurts like hell. How are you feeling, Sam?”

“Better now. I mean, my bum’s still sore, but I can sit down now. You?”

“Still in some agony. I’m supposed to call mum and dad. They’re out shopping.”

“You were on your own?”

“I wanted it that way. It’s going to be embarrassing enough when my parents get home. I certainly didn’t want mum watching me getting my bottom smacked.”

“Know what you mean. Yes, I could have done without my mum standing there watching. And she was the one who pulled my pyjama trousers down.”

“Gross. I’m glad I avoided that.”

“Have you looked at your bum in the mirror yet, Lisa?”

“No. I can feel how sore it is. Why?”

“Take a look.”

“Hold on.” Lisa got off her bed and stood with her back to the long mirror on the front of her wardrobe door. She saw eight angry red lines placed almost horizontally across both buttocks. “Wow! Sam? I can see lines where every stroke whacked me.”

“Same here. And we’ve both got gym class on Monday afternoon. What’s it going to be like in the showers afterwards?”

“Embarrassing. Hugely embarrassing.”

The End

© Kenny Walters 2026